Chapter 67

She shivered and struggled, doing anything, everything, to throw the hard male weight off her, smothering her, hurting her. The agony was coming, she knew. God, how would she survive something that horrific all over again?

Panic chilling her to her marrow, Alyssa bit Luc’s lip. He pulled away, clutching his mouth.

“No! Don’t do this. Please, God, don’t do this. I can’t—” Then against her will, she dissolved into sobs. “Don’t hurt me.”

Her pleas broke through his rage. Luc leapt off her instantly, all lust gone from his face. Concern replaced it. “Hurt you, sugar?”

Tears stung her eyes, scalded their way down her cheeks as she turned herself on her side, as much as her bound wrists allowed, and curled her legs up to her chest. “Please let me go.”

She hadn’t even finished the plea before Luc’s fingers were at the knots, releasing one, then the other. And she was free.

Shooting him a stare full of accusation, and pain, she ran to the bathroom.

“Alyssa